Sleeping for awakening

This feeling of wanting to sleep is an overwhelming plea for peace. I'm not talking about any old sleep. i mean the sleep that you don't necessarily want to wake up from. This sleep may even be an awakening because everything about the sun, the air and the space I occupy has become foreign. Although I know every detail and can name every face there is an underlying truth that steals my sense of peace. It's a voice that whispers in my ear begging me to remember that this is not home and these are not the hours i was meant to reign. Perhaps I'm just making shit up in my head. Perhaps my instinct for survival wants me to assign purpose and reason to chaos and irrelevance.  I don't know. What I do know is that I feel like that's all I have left. All I have is this ability to believe in something other than today's circumstances so that I can fabricate hope from tatters and shards.